Lyrics:
that he could've
Bawled us out and told us never to be seen drivin' garbage around in the
Vicinity again, which is what we expected
But when we
Motherfucker"
"Oh Mother, where is my father?
Where is my brother?
Theyre at war, theyre at war
You made them join the dirty US army
You told them all a filthy
old heads told me
Grab fate by the waist pull it towards me
You ain't gotta chase it pull it to ya niggas
Tryna hold you back pull em forward
Now I'm
dinner, Jim
Jim put his arms around his Della
For ten seconds, let us look in another direction
Eight dollars a week or a million dollars a year
How
ain't rah rah
Put the barrel on the bridge of your nose and turn you cock-eyed
Steppin to us not wise, told you how to get live
Go in depth best with
pumpin', you make us so proud
We've been wantin' something this good for a while
But I'm not fooled by both them dimples on your face
'Cause when we danced,
Seven O'Clock in the evening
Watchin' somethin' stupid on TV
I'm zoned out on the sofa
When my wife comes in the room and sees me
And she says "is
that TSO was cased in cement
You fuck around wit us it's going to be some turbulence
I told you that TSO was cased in cement
You don't won't
or pamphlet
And you store that little nugget in your little fucking head
And we light up and you spew 'em out at us, don't ya?
I love these little facts, these
me
Ya dig?
Lend me a second of your time
And let me speak what's on my mind if it is
K.I.N.G.
Them niggas will call me king
But never would
hoppin' outta shorty whip
I'm by the tel, across exxon by the shell
Sense of urgency on the cell
We gon' pick you up, when ya flight land
We in a tight
staying in bed for 7 days?
John: ah, because...
Questioner: well, first of all,
let me say congratulations on your marriage and that
in dutch is
slight
Barely able to fight,
against U.S. might
V 12
Through the mountains we rode,
The people were told
The Spaniards were sacked
Cubans would have
Lemme tell you a little story
Bout a kid by the name of shorty
First six years smooth
Ninety seven begin to worry
Treated sorry
Abused, starved,
I told ya fuckin' ass I be back
In a brand new Fleetwood Cadillac
License plate say money makin' nigga fa sho
Chillin' by ya boy house kissin'
knows what
I would've done if I wasn't locked
Up right now as soon as
I found out, I told them to just lock me in
And I've basically just been by myself
Know the John Gotti but I'm fuckin' up the body
Everytime my poet thug at a party
Ya want to step to T, go through JEL first
But remember where you
my business (yeah)
My bro just came from off a second ten, yeah
I told this bitch, "This is my second win", yeah
None of my bills are American,
it out like a bus (Bus)
Sorry to hold ya but i need that extra plus
And we gon fold you if you try and make a fuss (Fuss)
They should’ve told you,
the 40
He gone get rowdy
And ya don't want that shit
Cause it's gon' be naughty, by nature
Fuck a player hater
I'mma come through
And you know I'm down
the 40
He gone get rowdy
And ya don't want that shit
Cause it's gon' be naughty, by nature
Fuck a player hater
I'mma come through
And you know I'm down
since I put my first record out
But I could put a chain around my second album
And wear it as a neck medallion
Became a millionaire, went downhill from
minutes he did it, if he knew how to freestyle
He could've rented Heaven for seven minutes and been done
But needed to be done by the second sentence
All
special, way above normal
And let her get away yo
Than this here's for ya
Yo I first met her
At first didn't stress it i guessed it
Probably wouldn't last
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